The Grove

I guess maybe both of us may have changed to some degree; But try though I may I see it in you more than I see it in me. I guess I wasn’t so nice to you as far as that boy girl thing went; But I know there had to have been a few memorable moments spent. Ah but that train I ride it keeps rolling down the track; And I guess there’s just no coming back So while I’m stopped here waiting for the right time; It’s okay to look around but if you don’t have a ticket it’s still my dime. So maybe next time baby girl another life another place; Who knows what mysteries might appear before you right there in your face.